The Fountain – Caedmon’s Call – letras

I have not grown weary of revivalBut all the time that lapses in betweenIn search for endless joy, my patience I destroy’Til mercy opens up a mountain streamI go to the fountain, I go to the wellI hear in the waves the echoes of His voice saying »Peace be still »My hands are worn, my lips are sore and dry untilI go to the fountainAll the saints together form a gardenAnd beauty is the riches of its foldEven in the rain, its beauty will remainFor water is its silver and its goldAnd in that moment when you see the dove descendingHe will be revealedAnd in that moment when the water washes overWe will be set freewords and music by Joshua Moore / ©2006 Joshmooreownsthis Music (ASCAP) (adm. by Music Services)